Айрис Торн — Paper Doll

You like me better when my mouth is shut
A perfect picture in a golden frame
You tell me calm down when
I'm getting worked up
You love the echo but you hate the flame
I used to shrink myself to fit your hands
A paper doll you dress up in command
But paper tears so easily and
I've been soaking in the rain
You left me out here in the freezing cold